...and Betty when you call me, you can call me Al...
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A relatively new columnist in the still disorganized Counter-Jihad, Danusha Goska, recently published on FrontPageMag a glowing review of a new book by a woman who was the little girl made famous by the real event of an American woman who had disastrously married an Iranian Muslim man who subsequently abused her physically and held her and her daughter virtual prisoners after they moved to Iran in the 1980s, until the mother managed heroically to escape Iran with her daughter -- dramatized in the 1991 movie most everyone has seen or heard about, Not Without My Daughter, starring Sally Fields as the mother, and Sheila Rosenthal (a Jewish girl!) as the daughter, Mahtob (and, amusingly, the vaguely ethnic looking half Italian half Spanish actor Alfred Molina as the evil Muslim husband). The movie was based on the book by the same name by the mother, Betty Mahmoody who for some odd reason all these years after has kept the name of the horribly abusive Muslim man she divorced in 1986, Sayed Mahmoody.
Interestingly, some filmmaker in 2002 made a documentary titled Without My Daughter, which attempted to tell Sayed's side of the story (what possible "side" would that be, other than taqiyya...?). And guess what, when we look more closely into who that filmmaker was -- one Alexis Kouros (sounds harmlessly Greek doesn't it?) -- we see in his IMDB bio that he is a "Persian born medical doctor, researcher, writer and film maker living in Helsinki, Finland." The odd locution "Persian born" (rather than the more accurate "Iranian born") makes one wonder if he was born in the 19th century or something. But anyway, his provenance explains why he would spend time, effort and money promoting the lies of the abusive husband against a movie that casts his homeland (and his religion) in a bad light.
For now we have confirmation of the mother's story in a new book, reviewed by Danusha Goska, written by the daughter, who is now all grown up: My Name is Mahtob: My Life in Iran and America, by Mahtob Mahmoody. Among other things, Mahtob recounts the abuse of her Muslim father vividly:
...Mahtob quotes her dad talking to her mother, "If you ever touch the telephone, I'll kill you … If you ever walk out that door, I'll kill you … I'll send the ashes of a burned American flag back over your body." Mahtob describes Moody beating Betty. "He took clumps of her hair in both hands and brutally bashed her head against the wall." "His fists pounded into Mom, calling her a saag, a dog, a most detested and filthy creature in the Persian culture." "I wanted to get away from my dad and his threats, his beatings and the terrifying sound of his angry footsteps." Mahtob describes her mother sleeping. "first came the snoring, and when the snoring stopped the screaming began. 'Moody, no,' she'd beg…She kicked, scratched, and pleaded."
But all this is the unremarkable moral we learned nearly a quarter of a century ago when the movie came out. The subtler point that may go unnoticed in the Counter-Jihad is how the reviewer, Danusha Goska, uncritically praises Mahtob's book where it promotes the meme of the Nice Muslim:
Betty Mahmoody loved her husband and his world. Many Iranian Muslims, from shopkeepers to smugglers to a complete stranger met on a park bench, planned and carried out Betty's flight to freedom. She can't name these heroes but she describes them indelibly. No one who has read either book could help but be moved by these heroes' courage, compassion, and dedication. Mahtob's Iranian honorary "Uncle" Kombiz is one of the wisest and most endearing characters of her book.
Even after we eliminate the first five egregiously odd words of that paragraph ("Betty Mahmoody loved her husband..."??? The same husband who slammed her head against the wall and threatened to kill her and abducted her daughter...???), we are left with warm, fuzzy, gushing admiration for all the nice Muslims who helped Betty, and without whom her success story in the end would not have been possible. The problem with this is that it subtly inculcates or reinforces in the reader a resistance to the Zero Tolerance that should be cultivated. The overwhelming cultural influence of PC MC throughout the West makes it hard enough to cultivate an appropriate wariness about Muslims given all that we should know about their texts, culture and history -- without deputized idea-warriors like Goska putting subtle brakes on it.
While Goska cautiously and gently schools the daughter, Mahtob, on her silly & naive notion that her father's horrible behavior was due merely to the "personality disorder" of narcissism and not centrally due to Islam, this only has the effect of reminding us that Islam is the source of the problem; but it tends to leave untouched the attendant problem of Muslims who in myriad ways -- including through taqiyya deceit -- make Islam the concrete problem it is for the world. And when this deficiency is supplemented by the aforementioned soft spot Goska has for Nice Muslims, it tends to perpetuate the old outdated Operating System under which the West continues to process the data of Islam, while the problem is metastasizing under our feet.
When Danusha first came on my radar last summer, I found her to be a welcome and refreshing new voice for the Counter-Jihad. As I wrote in July in a comment on Jihad Watch after reading an essay by her featured there: